How can something as hyped as the Christmas season possibly be underrated?
I’ll tell you why. Christmas is the most perfect time of year because at its core, it’s just a combination of everything I love about other holidays crunched into one gigantic super holiday.
Even at age 25, I still get excited on Christmas Eve. It provides the same excitement and anticipation level as New Year’s Eve, without being chased by the next day’s notoriously massive hangover.
Oh sure, I drink on Christmas Eve too, but it’s restrained drinking. Dare I say … responsible drinking.
Just like my birthday, I get presents. And boy, do I love me some presents. You know what’s great about Christmas presents? I don’t earn them. I didn’t turn another year older, I didn’t get a new job, I didn’t get married and I’m not having a baby. I simply exist, and that’s good enough for gift giving.
I eat as much on Christmas as I do on Thanksgiving as well.
I’m not kidding. On Thanksgiving I starve myself until dinner, so I can eat as much turkey as humanly possible. On Christmas, I eat from the moment I wake up on the 24th until the moment I fall asleep on the 25th. I chase breakfast with appetizers, with lunch, with snacks, with more appetizers, with dinner, with dessert, with cognac.
Yes, I am a glutton. I know this.
Sometimes, just for fun, I like to hide other people’s presents – just like Easter. It really adds to the suspense, and makes those who receive presents from me less aware they despise their gifts. Also, just like Halloween, I eat a healthy dose of candy and chocolate. I eat it until my face breaks out in an acne explosion and until I sleep for 22 hours in a diabetic coma.
– originally posted 12.24.2007 at The Love of Sports